I walked up the hill to the polling station yesterday to cast my vote and participate in the democratic process.
This wasn’t any kind of politically-motivated derive, but it was a nice day, I felt like a walk, and perhaps the greatest motivation of all, I thought it might be a bugger to park near the polling station.
The walk was fine, the polling station was fine, the polling clerks were very friendly and helpful and good humoured. However, that was at 10 in the morning, and I imagine their humour might have faded somewhat by 10 at night. And so I presented my photo ID, was given a ballot paper, put my cross in a box on the paper, and put the paper in a plastic box. My civil duty was done.
And the parking?
Well of course there was enough room to park a bus, several buses, several battle buses.
I walked down the hill again, to await the tsunami.
